Celebration&Distraction Of Love Poem by Poetheart Morgan

Something is burning
and i look cautiously
and If is on me?
so distracted!
my box of match intact
subtle, under my skin
burning, see, burning!
Oh!

Something was cut

and blood flows
by the act of the knife sharpened
for my lack of attention

not in the same place

where my thoughts are
never the ideal stage to act
always destined for a ghost absence

You&So

I Decided Celebrate!

and drink all sensations at once
the cut, the blood, the burn

and unwillingly accepting myself
a love so long felt, wanted
one relief for my distraction